For Wednesday
Quiet
Words: 275
Pairing: You have to guess . . .
It's quiet. So very quiet.
And she is mad.
I can't say I blame her, I hurt her and she didn't deserve it. She was a perfect wife, mother and lover; she loved me and she did everything or me. She gave up her dreams and career for our family and she never complained.
It's all so silent. There is no noise, no yelling, no complaints, no childish pranks, no tattle-tale, no unanswerable questions, no sleep deprivation, no lectures.
They are all gone . . . she took them.
I betrayed her. I couldn't help. Somewhere along the line she stopped being what I needed and I what I needed just fell into my lap – literally. I never searched for it but when it showed I knew what it was and I longed for it. Passionate love.
I miss my family, but I can't bring myself to be sorry for what I did. Even though I lost everything, I'm so very glad that I found him.
They are at the Burrow, I know. I could make her forgive me so easily, she loves me so much. But I won't. She deserves more and better and I won't allow myself to pretend to be happy when I'm not. I respect her and I love her – just not the way she wants.
I should apologise for making them suffer. Perhaps someday they'll forgive me.
Oh, well, maybe I'll stay here for a little while; I don't feel like facing the world now. He's stopping by later. I wonder if everything is alright in his house . . . I don't think we deserve the happiness we got.
So, have you got your suspicions? =]